𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

Confessions

A few hours later, Stiles drove Allison to her car and he and Scott went back into Beacon Hills in the Jeep, leaving me—finally—alone with Allison, but now I can't help but feel more scared than I thought I would. I mean, yeah, we've talked today but Scott and Stiles were here and even then it was really awkward.

Walking around the Mazda, I open the passenger door and slide in. Allison turns to me as if she forgot I was even here, too focused on the twinkling lights of the town at night.

"Scott said his mom needed him at home and Stiles' is gonna try to go talk to Lydia. He ditched her at her car before getting trapped in the pool with Derek and Lydia's the type to hold a grudge, so that's going to be fun."

"Yeah, she's definitely the type." Allison agrees, but she's still staring out of the windshield.

I let out a sigh and lean my head back on the headrest of the seat as my knees are cramped against the glove box. There's a long pause before she turns to me, an indecipherable expression on her face as I sit up.

"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you tell me?" Allison wonders, her voice is calm but the emotion behind her words is still evident.

I could tell she was hurt and she had every right to be. So I decide to tell her what's been going on in my head ever since my birthday and I don't leave a single thing out.

"Because I was scared. I was scared that if I told anyone, I would have to accept it and I just couldn't. I mean, Allison, I don't even know what is happening to me."

She finally makes eye contact as I continue. "I was scared that Sarah would find out and be afraid of me. That Scott and Stiles would hate me. That maybe I'm like Jackson—a mistake to nature, an abomination or maybe like Lydia, the girl who ran all around Beacon Hills completely naked for two days and has no recollection of why. Maybe your family would see me as an unknown factor that needs to be put down, maybe even you would. I just got you and I can't lose you now."

Allison glances between my eyes before leaning forward and kissing me. Her hand cups the side of my face before we pull apart and rest our foreheads together.

"I just can't handle being lied to anymore." She says as she pulls away from me and grabs my hand. "But I could never want you dead just because you ended up being supernatural. I choose to be with you because... because I love you."

"I love you, too." I admit, causing a smile to appear on my face before kissing her again, the kiss being deeper than the last.

It reminds me of the one we shared at Scott's house after she tricked Erica with the Kanima's venom, but this time the kiss isn't broken with us both smiling or laughing. This time, I pull her closer, scared of accidentally letting her go. Allison pulls off my hoodie followed by the "I Support Single Moms" shirt that Stiles had brought from home for me before gazing down at my body. She takes hers off as well and smiles at me before locking our lips together, but a flash of fear enters my mind as the nervousness sets in. Practically reading my mind, Allison looks up at me.

"I've never felt this way with anyone but you."

The sentence is so simple. None of the words consist of any grand meaning themselves, but when formed together they mean more than anything to me. They mean more than my fears or worries, or even the millions of reasons that I've thought up of how she shouldn't be with me.

In this moment of pure happiness, all I can think about is how lucky I am to love her. God, I'm so lucky to love her. I'm lucky to love her smile and the way her whole face lights up when she laughs. How naturally caring and loyal she is and how tirelessly she puts herself in harm's way trying to protect everyone even when she knows I hate it. The more I get to know her, the less I find that I'm not enamored by. I'm even in love with the way that she can't help but touch the corner of her eyebrow when she tries to lie. I feel luckier than anyone because out of all the people that have recognized her beauty, inside and out, she chose to love me back.

I don't know how to respond, so I don't. I just tighten my grip around her waist as her body presses against mine while we continue to take advantage of this moment before eventually falling asleep in the backseat of her car.

~~~

Allison jerks out of my grasp as she jolts up, instantly waking me as I see Stiles through the window. Allison quickly wraps an arm around her upper half as she's only wearing a bra as Stiles begins to speak.

"You guys might wanna take a look at this."

I furrow my brows as Allison hands me my hoodie that she was using for covers as I grab my t-shirt that had been tossed to the floor before both of us quickly clothe ourselves and get out of the car.

"What's wrong?" I ask, noticing the expression of pure panic in Stiles' eyes.

He leads us towards the back of the van as I notice Scott practically hyperventilating as he just stares at it. My lips slowly part in surprise as we peer through the open doors of the back. Jackson is gone. The only things that are left of him are the broken chains and the pair of Stiles' sweatpants that now lie on the floor.

"I have to tell my father." Allison says, but none of us are capable of responding.

I rest my hands on top of my head as Scott starts to step away, making Allison press further. "He's going to kill someone."

"Okay, tell him. Tell him everything." Scott finally speaks up as Stiles looks at me.

"I gotta tell mine too."

"This is my fault. I should have stayed. I-" Scott begins to ramble, but I quickly interrupt him.

"No, it's mine. I should have been paying attention to Jackson."

Allison shakes her head, glancing between the two of us. "Hey, it's neither of your faults, okay? But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this."

"You're right."

Allison turns to Stiles with a curious gaze. "How are you going to make your dad believe all this?"

"I don't know."

Just thinking about telling Sarah of the supernatural is enough to send me spiraling back into worry. I have no idea how she would even react. At my parents' funeral, the day I was put into her custody, she completely broke down.

I'll never forget the look on her face as she cried before saying, "This isn't fair. I can't do this like she can. Like she could. I'm just the little sister that never learned to grow up, I-I still have places to go."

For the first few weeks, she never stopped crying. It just left me so hopeless. But then one day, the crying stopped. She finished her last few months of college online and got a job with Melissa at the hospital. I know that all it takes is one more minefield before she breaks again and I don't know if she'll be capable of coming back from this one.

I'm broken from my thoughts as Scott turns to us, his golden werewolf eyes the only light in the night as he stares directly at Stiles.

"He'll believe me."

~~~

Stepping out of the Jeep, I look over to Stiles to see him with a reluctant look on his face. He turns to us with a short smile before we follow him into the Station. We stop at Noah's office door, turning to the officer at the desk.

"Can you buzz us in?" Stiles asks him. "I need to see my Dad."

The officer nods and hits the buzzer as Stiles grips the doorknob. Scott gives him a short nod as if to say we're ready, making Stiles sigh before opening the door. As soon as we step into the room, however, Jackson and his father look up at us with the same smug expression.

Sheriff Stilinski then steps into view with a disappointing look in his eyes. "Scott, Stiles, and Wesley. Perfect timing. Have you met Jackson's father, Mr. David Whittemore? Esquire."

Jackson leans forward in his seat, clutching onto the sheriff's coat around him, and gives us a sinister smile. "That means lawyer."

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